Chapter 5

 

 

 

 

 

I lay in bed for a long time thinking about Dawson, and of course it led to Drew. I thought about the first time he and I did anything. He was gone for seven days. I had just started getting used to being in the exquisite house and having servants doing everything for me: from fixing my hair to picking out my clothes. I even had delicious meals prepared three times a day. I had full access to every room in the house and the pool outside. My favorite thing to do was ride around the property alone in one of the four golf carts.

You don’t know how many times I scoped the place out, thinking about running away in my little golf cart. Of course, I was always too scared to try it and knew that the battery would be dead before I even got off his property. I didn’t know how much land he had, but I was sure it was a lot.

It was later in the evening, and I had already retired to my room for the night. I didn’t even think about it when I saw the fresh clean nightgown and panties on my bed. I was starting to get used to having my clothes laid out every morning and every night. I grabbed the panties and left the nightgown on the bed.

I walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me to see Drew sitting on my bed. I jumped and pulled the towel tighter around my naked body.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked.

“Now, is that any way to greet your husband after he’s been gone for a week?” he asked with a smirk.

“You could have stayed gone for a month, and I wouldn’t have cared.”

He stood up and was in my face in a split second. “Where are your manners, Mrs. Kelley?”

“I AIN’T GOT NONE,” I yelled back.

“I don’t have any,” he corrected my hick language. “Now, say it again.”

“Fuck you!” I said through gritted teeth.

That was the first time he hit me. The back of his hand went right across my right cheekbone, and I almost landed on the floor.

“That will be the last time you ever say anything like that to me. Do you understand?” he asked as I held my throbbing face.

I didn’t answer and willed my tears to stay put.

“Answer ME!” he said raising his voice.

“YES!” I yelled right back.

“Yes, Drew, and try to say it a little nicer this time.”

“Yes, Drew,” I said quietly. I had to. I was afraid he would hit me again.

“Good girl. Now come here. He sat back down on my bed.”

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to go to him. What did he want? Why did I have to go to him… on my bed?!

“I said to come here, Morgan,” he warned. I slowly took the five steps to him, counting every one, and stopping when I thought it was close enough.

“Closer,” he demanded with a hungry look in his eyes.

 My knees were shaking as I walked. He ran both his hands down my still damp arms, and then moved my right arm away from holding the towel closed over my breasts. He pulled it apart and let if fall to the floor.

“Oh my, my, you have got to be the hottest little thing I’ve ever seen,” he admitted as his eyes went right to my vagina. I was so glad that I had taken the panties with me and was somewhat covered. I should have known that I wasn’t going to keep them on for long.

He pulled the front of my panties out and only looked, at first.

“I love this,” he said while touching the thin line of hair leading to my sex.

I gasped from his touch and stepped back with one foot. He stood up and walked behind me, kissing the back of my neck as his hands explored my stomach and ribs. I could smell his cologne and closed my eyes at what was transpiring, having no say in it whatsoever.

His lips trailed my neck and shoulders and then his fingers found my nipple. I almost moaned when he teased it between his thumb and finger. I felt the sensations electrify from my nipple all the way to my groin.

Stupid vagina.

He slowly moved in front of me and kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back and kept my lips pressed firmly together.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

I parted them slightly, but it was enough for him to gain access and take my mouth with his tongue. I tried my best not to kiss him back or touch him, but my body was betraying me, and strange emotions took over.

I didn’t think my heart could beat any faster, not until he pulled away from my lips and dropped to the floor in front of me. He slowly moved my panties down my legs and had to tell me to pick up my feet so he could remove them. He sat back on his feet and stared at my sex.

“I love this,” he softly spoke, moving his fingers between my legs. I gasped from his touch, and he snickered a little. He hadn’t touched between my folds yet, and only, gently ran his fingers on my smooth lips.

“Do you want me to touch you, Morgan?” he rasped.

Yes, please, touch me. Now!

“No,” I spouted in a hateful tone.

And he snorted again. “I think you do,” he said as he placed his thumb and forefinger on my lips and opened me up, still not touching me. I was afraid that he could see the throbbing that was begging for attention.

He stood back up and kissed me lightly, circled me, and kissed my neck again. I was begging myself with everything in me to keep it together. He might be able to make me do what he wanted, but he couldn’t make me enjoy it. I tried to tell myself that I wasn’t enjoying it, and I didn’t want him to touch me, but I was quickly losing the battle.

Stupid fucker probably has a little dick that he can’t even get up. Why else would he have to buy a wife?

Holy shit… maybe not.

He thrust his hips into my naked backside, and I could feel his not-so-small erection.

“Lay down on the bed, Morgan,” he whispered in my ear, walking me forward when I didn’t move.

Was I supposed to lie on my stomach? I didn’t know what he wanted me to do so I did nothing, nothing except notice my heart beating out of my chest and the dull pain on my cheekbone. He turned me around and moved me back so that I had to sit. He wasn’t modest at all and didn’t care that his dick was right in front of me. He grabbed himself and made a hissing sound as he moved it, trying to get some relief in the now too tight dress slacks.

He picked up both my legs, willing me to lay back. I scooted back on my elbows, not wanting to be exposed to him. He had the most lustful, crazed look in his eyes as he engrossed in my naked body beneath him. He slid both his hands up my legs and to the edges of my vagina. He still didn’t touch me where I felt I needed to be touched.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded as he grabbed himself again.

“I don’t want to,” I weakly spoke.

“But you are going to, so you should take heed in my warning and listen to me now.”

I was afraid of the warning he spoke of and slowly raised both of my legs. He hissed again as he stared at my extremely open sex. He took both of his thumbs and opened me more. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the humiliation.

“You’re very wet, your pussy wants to be touched, doesn’t it, Morgan?”

Yes… Yes it does, like now.

“No,” I said through my rapid breaths.

“I am not touching you until you tell me to.”

Great.

He continued to tease my outer folds, but wouldn’t go anywhere close to my inner core. He would get close, very close, and after what seemed like hours that I was sure were only minutes, I twisted my hips, hoping his fingers would slip and find my throbbing nub, but he stopped moving altogether.

“Do you want me to touch you now?”

“Yes,” I said in a panting breath, noticing the winning smirk on his face. I wanted to kick it right off him, but I wanted him to touch me more.

He turned his hand, palm side up, and ran his middle finger from my opening up to my clit. I squirmed beneath his fingers, and closed my eyes trying not to moan. He never slid his fingers inside of me, like I was hoping he would, and focused on my slippery juices, massaging the slipperiness into my clit. He placed his thumb on the throbbing sensation, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. I knew I was going to explode and my hips moved with him. I was almost there, so close to the crest when he slowed his pace and pressure.

“Do you want to come, Morgan?” he asked, towering over me.

I did want to come, and I wanted to come right that second. I knew I was going to have to play his game, and he wasn’t going to do anything without me telling him.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He picked up his speed and pressure again. Just when I was right there, ready to be relieved, he abruptly stopped. My eyes opened, and he pulled me up, pushing me down to kneel in front of him.

“You can come when you learn to listen and watch your mouth.”

I started to panic again when he undid his belt and freed himself. He placed the head right on my tightly, squeezed lips.

“Open your mouth, Morgan.”

“Uh-uh,” I moaned as he moved his head from one side of my lips to the other, applying his pre-come to my lips like lipstick. He continued this, enjoying it, I was sure, until he wanted in my mouth.

“Open your mouth, Morgan,” he demanded again, but I still wasn’t doing it. No way was he was putting that thing in my mouth.

He brought his hand up and rubbed my already bruised cheek, and then plugged off my only source of breathing with his fingers. I still didn’t care. I would pass out before I opened my mouth for his dick. That only lasted for about a minute and my survival instincts betrayed me, causing me to gasp for air. I tried to do it quickly, but he was faster and shoved himself inside my mouth with a gratifying moan. 

“Oh fuck yeah,” he muttered, sliding in and out of my mouth. He held my head by the top of my hair and thrust in and out of me, sometimes causing my gag reflex to engage. He moved rapidly, and when I felt the pulsating I knew he was about to come in my mouth. I swiftly jerked away from him. He continued to stroke himself and held my nose again.

“Ah, open up, baby,” he moaned, close to release.

No way! Fuck you, dude.

Again the stupid survival instinct kicked in, and I was forced to take a breath, allowing him access again, but this time he held my jaw open with his fingers. He pulled out again and stroked himself ferociously on my lips, and just like that he was spewing out, moaning as his eyes watched the show. He managed to get his head in just enough to insure that I did get it in my mouth and then smeared the rest of it, moistening my lips with his come. Every time I tried to push it out of my mouth with my tongue he used his head and pushed back. I finally swallowed what was in my mouth just to get it out.

He picked up the towel that I had around me, wiped himself off, and put himself away. He tossed me a towel, and I instantly spit into it, wiping as much of him away as I could. He squatted to me on the floor and ran his middle finger up my glistening wet folds again and whispered to my lips.

“You’re not allowed to touch yourself,” he quietly demanded. He dialed a number from the phone by my bed.

“Mrs. Kelley is going to need an ice pack,” he said, leaving me confused and frustrated.

Rebecca brought me an ice pack and whispered close to my ear, “Save yourself from this, Mrs. Kelley, just do as you’re told.”

 

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I didn’t even realize that I was masturbating when my cell phone rang, breaking me from my past with Drew. I didn’t take my hand from inside my panties when I answered Dawson’s call.

“Hello,” I said, realizing that my breathing was a little erratic.

“Hi, you okay?”

“Yes, why?” I asked, confused for a second.

“You just sound like you were running or something.”

I slowed the pace of my fingers, knowing exactly what was causing my overexerted breathing.

“I’m fine, just went to bed.”

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay after what happened.”

“You mean, you kissing me?”

Dawson laughed. “Yeah that.”

I snickered a little too. “I’m fine, but I would advise you to keep your distance from me, Sheriff. I’m kind of fucked up in the head and it’s probably something you don’t want to deal with.”

“What does that mean, Ry?”

“Nothing that I can talk to you about.”

“You can’t, or you won’t?”

“Both.”

“You can talk to me, Riley. You’re not going to scare me away.”

“Hmm, you don’t know what you are saying. Trust me.”

“Tell me.”

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Dawson,” I said. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to him, but I had another project manifesting, and I was dying to finish it.

“Good night, Ry.”

“Night, Sheriff.”

I continued to please myself and was moaning in pleasure moments later.

That night I actually slept without bad dreams. Maybe release was what I needed.

I woke early to Lauren yelling from my kitchen the next morning.

“I’m eating the pizza,” she called.

Why the hell did I give her a key?

I brushed my teeth and met her in the kitchen, still feeling tired. I knew I could have slept for at least another two hours when I saw that it was only seven in the morning.

“I want a new friend, one that can sleep in,” I pouted, sitting at the table.

Lauren brought me a cup of coffee. She had been there longer than I thought. She kissed me on the cheek from behind.

“You love me and you know it.”

I groaned. “Yeah, yeah,” I said, sipping the coffee.

Lauren hung around, watching television for a couple of hours. She decided she had to go when Dawson showed up, unannounced.

“Call me later,” she called, bouncing her happy ass across the yard.

“That girl is way over ardent,” Dawson said, walking in. He had been home and showered, replacing his uniform with jeans and a t-shirt.

Dawson and I spent the entire day together. He didn’t mention our kiss, nor did he kiss me all day. We walked along the beach he reached for my hand, entwining our fingers. I thought about Drew touching me, I could only remember a few times that he had ever held my hand, and it was just for show for his dinner parties.

Dawson left around ten, tired from working the night shift. I actually didn’t want him to leave. I wanted more than the kiss that he left me with. I needed more. I was so used to the sex that Drew and I shared for six years. I had a more of a difficult time not having it than I thought I would.

I again went to bed and pleased myself thinking about Drew. I hated him. I never loved him, and here I was miles away fantasizing about sex with him.

***

Our second sex encounter had come the very next morning, or I should say his sex encounter. I was being punished. He wasn’t about to let me have any pleasure.

He came into my room the next morning carrying his laptop. I was still sleeping when he sat on the side of the bed and jumped to a sitting position.

“I thought I made it clear that you weren’t allowed to touch yourself, Morgan,” he announced, running the back of his hand down my cheek.

I flinched and pulled away from his touch. “I didn’t,” I lied. I thought that he wouldn’t be able to notice if he were watching. I had lain on my stomach and used the weight of my body to control the movement of my arm.

He turned the laptop so that we could both see it. You couldn’t tell that I was doing anything, not until my hips thrust into my fingers. The look on my face as I came was undeniable; and the soft moan that was abundantly clear made it impossible to deny. 

I looked up into his dark eyes, and he wore the same smirk. “You know that I’m going to punish you for this, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer.

He moved my covers back and told me to get up.

I listened, afraid not to.

He raised my nightgown and rubbed my silky panties, covering my butt. He pulled them down just below my cheeks and rubbed soft and gentle.

“I’m going to spank you, Morgan,” he rasped.

What the fuck?

My eyes darted quickly to his, and I hated the constant smirk he wore.

“Bend over my lap,” he ordered, pushing himself back on the bed a little.

My heart began to pick up instantly. I was afraid not to listen just as much as I was afraid to listen.

He pulled my arm, and I was over his lap, resting my top half on the bed. At first he just rubbed my backside, and then I felt three very quick slaps that promptly stung. He rubbed my butt again, causing satisfying relief before repeating his steps three more times. The fourth time while he rubbed away the pain, I tensed, waiting for the next swat. He didn’t hit me again, and instead ran his hand up the folds of my vagina.

Oh, sweet pleasure.

“Your pussy is wet. You like getting spanked, don’t you, Morgan?”

I didn’t know if it was a question that I was supposed to answer or if it was for his benefit only. I didn’t reply.

“You need to answer me when I ask you a question,” he demanded.

How the hell do I answer that?

“Yes,” I almost moaned as his fingers teased my throbbing clit. I wondered how long he was going to keep me bent over his lap, and then his hands spread my ass cheeks, exposing my anus. I flinched when he ran my slick juices from the front all the way back to my sphincter, massaging the muscle around the opening. I could tell that he was holding me open with one hand as his fingers went back for more lubrication. I came off his lap when I felt his finger trying to penetrate the opening of my anus.

“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled angrily and took my second blow to the same bruised cheek. I didn’t even have time to regain my composure when I found myself across the bed on my stomach. He held my right arm on my back, bent with just enough pressure to cause pain and keep me from moving. When I tried to move, he pushed my arm higher, and I quit trying to get away from him.

I heard him unzip his pants with his free hand. He ran his dick up and down my folds, and I was scared out of my mind. Surely he wasn’t about to do what I thought he was about to do. He was and he did. I felt him push inside of my anus, I squirmed, trying to get away again. He pushed my arm higher; the pain shot all the way around my shoulder blade as I called out.

“Okay, okay,” I yelled, forgetting about the invasion going on below due to the fact that I thought he was going to break my arm.

“Are you done fighting?” he asked, shoving my arm one more time.

“Ouch, YES,” I screamed, and was instantly relieved when he let it go.

“Are you going to touch yourself again?” he asked, rubbing himself all over my liquids.

“No,” I promised, and I meant it.

“Roll over and bring your legs up,” he demanded.

I rolled to my back and watched him roll a condom down his shaft, and rub himself down with lubricant from a small bottle.

“Hold your legs up,” he said again. “I want you to see what is going on so that you know I mean business when I tell you something.”

I slowly pulled my knees to my chest, humiliated, knowing where he was planning on sticking his dick. Why was he so worried about me being a virgin if he wasn’t even going to use it?

“Spread your legs,” he said when I tried to keep them together. I did what I was told as he pulled me closer to the edge of the bed.

He had to bend a little and I felt him slide into me. I squeezed my eyes tightly closed.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded, and I felt him move in a little more. “Stop flexing your muscle, just relax and let me slide in.”

That was easier said than done. It hurt. It hurt like hell. I thought he was going to rip me apart. He was finally all the way in and started moving slowly, in and out of my ass. He brought his thumb to my clit to circle it. The pain in my rectum had eased up, and it was almost pleasurable as he rubbed me with just the right amount of pressure. I wondered if he was going to let me finish and hoped like hell that he would.

I was so close and thought that he was going to let me finish when he stopped giving my sensitive nub the pleasure that it needed. He pumped in and out of me frantically.

“I’m going to pull out of you, and you are going to swallow me,” he said looking down at me.

I didn’t reply. He pumped faster, and all of a sudden pulled out and slid the condom off. He pulled me up and pushed me to my knees.

“Open your mouth,” he said, breathing heavy and stroking himself.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, knowing it was in my best interest to do what he said.

“Good girl. Open your eyes,” he said as he slid his dick into my mouth.

I was hoping that he was going to be quick since he was ready, but he wasn’t and he had fucked my mouth for at least ten minutes before I felt the pulsating down his shaft. I had a plan. I was going to take it all the way in and let it go straight down the back of my throat so that I didn’t have to taste him. He had other plans: as soon as the first stream was expelled, he pulled out and came on my lips, moving only his head in and out of my mouth.

***

Ecstasy was easy, as I moaned into my pillow, and then lay in bed feeling like a horrible, broken person because I had just gotten off for the second night in a row thinking about Drew and his sick twisted sex rituals. I was fucked up in the head, and I didn’t want to be. I wanted to have a normal life, for once in. I wanted the house, the job, the good friends, and the man that loved me, but I was beginning to realize that it wasn’t going to be possible for me. My whole life had been fucked up, and I didn’t know what the hell I was thinking when I thought that I could just walk away from all of it and never look back.

I was glad to get back to work, spend my day with Starlight and my happy customers. Starlight couldn’t believe the traffic in and out all day, or the coffee and cookies that we had gone through. I sold two pictures and three dream catchers along with several articles of clothing to a few tourists. Starlight was amazed at the foot traffic that we had for a Monday. When I showed her the new system for closing up, doing an actual inventory, and accounting for every penny, she was overly impressed.

The week was good. I saw Dawson every day and sometimes in the evenings. He was off on Friday; we ate barbecued ribs and saw a movie. He kissed me and touched me a lot more that night than he had before, and it was really starting to get to me. I had been pleasing myself pretty much every night for the past two weeks, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

“Come in,” I whispered to his lips in the car.

“That is probably not the best idea, Ry,” he said, knowing what was going to happen if he did.

“Yes, it is,” I said, kissing him while forcing my tongue in his mouth.

“Ry?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

Shit, I didn’t want to say it like that.

His eyes opened wide, shocked at my outburst. He opened the door and came around to my side.

“I want to take you to bed, Ry,” he spoke with me as I leaned against the door in front of him. “But I don’t want it to be like that.”

I snorted, “I warned you that I wasn’t normal.”

“You need to talk to me about it.”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Dawson.”

I would never want anyone to know my background let alone being married to a man who didn’t love me at all for six years. I was messed up, and there was nothing that Dawson or anyone else could do to fix me. I took his hand and pulled him toward the door.

I found myself in a terribly awkward position when he followed me to my room. I slowly undressed in front of him and stared at him with hungry eyes. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. I had a feeling that laying down and spreading my legs wasn’t right. I didn’t think that he was the type to tower over me and make me tell him what to do to me. Drew stayed dressed until he was ready to take me. Was that what all men did?

What the hell am I supposed to do?

Finally, Dawson walked to me standing naked in front of him.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said and kissed him. I needed the thoughts to stop. I needed him to take control and step by step tell me how to react to him.

I raised his shirt, and he slipped it off, toeing off his shoes. He pulled the covers back and I crawled in. I watched him take his jeans off and come to me. My eyes rolled back as I felt his fingers slide between my wet folds. I couldn’t help the moan or the thrusting of my hips into his fingers. My mind was once again taken back in time. I tried my best to control it and keep it right there with Dawson, but I lost, and the control was once again given to Drew.

***

I hadn’t seen Drew in over a month. He left for a long business trip after his introduction to my anus. I had fallen into a routine and liked living in the mansion; having servants and Rebecca waiting on me hand and foot. I loved the pool, although I waited until late evenings to swim because the Las Vegas heat was too unbearable during the day. I went for my daily ride around the property every morning and watched more television and movies than I ever had in my life. I spent two hours each day with Leo. He was there to teach me how to speak the proper English, lose the thick southern accent and acquired slang. Drew thought that it was unattractive. I didn’t mind it and liked learning. I had never had a teacher who took an interest in me. I only did what I needed to do in school. Most of the kids around there didn’t even graduate. I probably only made it because it meant that nine months of each year I could get away from my house and my family.

A doctor came to give me a shot of something that Rebecca had explained was for birth control. Two weeks after that Drew came home. I didn’t know he was coming. It was almost nine at night, I just got out of the pool and entered the house as he entered the same room. His eyes scanned my body. I quickly pulled the towel over my midriff and breast, trying to cover my bikinied body.

“Move the towel,” he demanded. I watched Rebecca scurry from the room.

It was the first night he slept with me the entire night. He directed me to get cleaned up and ready for bed, telling me that he would see me in a few minutes. I took a hot shower, and he was waiting for me when I entered the bedroom.

“You could have left the clothes off,” he said, coming toward me. He slid the nightgown over my head, and smiled when he saw that I wasn’t wearing panties. I hadn’t done it for him. They were laying on the bed because I had dropped them when I picked up my night clothes. I wasn’t going to explain that part to him though.

“You have been a very good girl. You haven’t touched yourself at all.”

“How do you know that? You weren’t here.” I asked boldly.

“You are always on my laptop. It doesn’t matter where I am. I was really hoping to spank you,” he said as he kissed the corner of my mouth.

I didn’t speak. I could already feel myself becoming wet and swollen in anticipation.

“Do you like touching yourself?”

I moved my eyes to his and shrugged one shoulder.

“Did you touch yourself in your little dumpy trailer back home?”

I nodded.

“Speak up or I am going to have to spank you.”

“Sometimes,” I answered.

“Show me,” he said.

You have got to be kidding me.

I didn’t move, not knowing what I was supposed to do.

He moved me to the little sofa in the sitting area and I sat down. “Pull your legs up,” he said and I did. He moved my feet out further, exposing all of me, and then ran his fingers right through the middle of my sex.

“You’re always so fucking wet,” he slid the desk chair right in front of me. “Show me how you please yourself.”

I rubbed my fingers between my legs, embarrassed, sliding my essences up to my clit. I watched as he too grabbed his erection and stroked it through the dress pants.

“Don’t come until I tell you to,” he said, not taking his eyes from my penetrating fingers.

How the hell am I supposed to pull that off?

I was careful not to rub too firmly, not wanting to find out the consequences if I had an orgasm. I started to squirm after I watched him take his rock hard penis in his hand and stroke himself. I needed to come; it was starting to be inevitable. It was going to happen. I stopped my fingers from moving when I knew it was almost too late.

“Don’t stop,” Drew demanded.

“Drew, I have to. You told me not to come.”

“I still don’t want you to come yet. Keep rubbing it,” he demanded. He took his thumb and pulled my right lip out, exposing me more.

My head dropped, my eyes closed, and I moaned. I was spent and couldn’t control it a second longer. Drew didn’t say anything as I rubbed my shuddering clitoris, coming down from my long awaited high.

When I opened my eyes to look at him, he was wearing that stupid smirk, and I knew that he was glad that I messed up.

“You didn’t listen, Morgan,” he spoke.

“I tried,” I pleaded my case.

“I don’t think you did. I think that you wanted me to spank you.”

I shook my head back and forth, but if I was being honest with myself my clit had already started to throb again at the thought of being bent over his lap.

“Bend over in front of me,” he demanded.

I slid down the front of the sofa and bent in front of him. He rubbed my bottom, then spread me further open with his hands. He slapped my right butt cheek and rubbed away the sting. He did this several times, all while keeping my cheeks as open as he could with one hand. His feet went between my legs moving them further away from each other.

“Bring your hands back and open yourself for me,” he requested.

What the hell?

I did as I was told and spread my ass cheeks with my hands. He ran his fingers up my wet folds and to my anus. I wanted to moan but didn’t dare. I didn’t know if I was allowed to do that.

“You want my finger in here, don’t you?” he asked as he traced my entrance.

Fuck no…

“Yes.” I knew he wanted that answer.

I heard him laugh a little. “Tell me what you want.”

Oh God.

“I want you to put your finger in my ass,” I replied, with my eyes already tightly closed, waiting for the intrusion.

“Relax your muscles,” he demanded as I felt his finger trying to gain access.

How the hell am I supposed to do that? You have your stupid finger in there.

I lay there totally exposed and under Drew’s control, thrusting his finger in and out of my rectum. It wasn’t bad after a while. I was just waiting for it to be over. He moved his erect penis to my clit and began pushing and circling, causing a building deep in my core to initiate. I moaned and pushed myself back toward him, wanting more pressure on my swollen essence.

“Don’t come,” he whispered into my hair.

What the fuck?

Thank God he had other plans for me and eased up.

“Are you ready to have your pussy fucked?”

Do I have a choice?

“Yes,” I again said what I knew I was supposed to say.

“Tell me.”

Really, dude? Your hang-ups are starting to give me whiplash.

“I want you to fuck my pussy, Drew.”

“Go to your bed and spread your legs.”

I couldn’t help but moan a little when he withdrew his finger from my anus. I did what I was told and lay across my bed, spread eagle as I watched him undress. My heart had started to pound out of my chest at the anticipation. I was trying to calm myself; reminding myself that it couldn’t hurt any worse than the imposition on my butt.

He walked toward me and grabbed both my legs, pulling me closer to the edge.

“You ready for my dick to be in your pussy?” he asked, not looking at me, but only my wide-open sex.

“Yes,” I answered in a deep breath.

I screamed and backed up at least a foot when he wasn’t gentle at all. I felt the give and the pain that came with the forced diffusion that was almost excruciating. He didn’t care and pulled my legs back toward him. He didn’t have to tell me not to come. I didn’t want to come. I just wanted him to hurry up and spew out so that he would get off of me and leave my room. He took no compassion whatsoever as he pounded in and out of me. Finally, when I could tell that he was getting close, I started to relax. He pulled me up and to the floor. I knew that I was expected to take him in my mouth.

My mouth remained open. I didn’t even try to keep it shut. I didn’t turn away. I didn’t try to take him in the back of my throat. I knew what I was supposed to do so I parted my lips, awaiting his flow. He must have lost the drive because he didn’t come right away and pushed me back to the bed. He entered me again, thrusting frantically in and out of me and did the same thing when he was ready. I dropped to my knees and took his essence into my mouth as he rubbed it around my lips and tongue with the head of his dick.

“Go clean up,” he demanded.

I went to the bathroom and dropped to the floor and cried. I knew he would see it on camera the next day, but I couldn’t help it. I felt so violated and used. Once I had regained my composure and cleaned up the blood, I went back to my bed, ready to sleep and be rid of him until the next time.

He was in my bed. I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn’t want him there. He patted the other side of the bed, and I got in. I stayed on the far side of the king size bed, and he never touched me. We slept in the same bed, worlds apart. He did wake me early before leaving for work and made me have sex with him again. He again did the same thing, as he seemed to always do. As soon as he was close, he pulled himself to his knees and released in my mouth. Once again, I wasn’t allowed to come.